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Thursday, March 06, 2008 @ 8:54:00 PM I'm starting to believe everything is fated. It's fated that po and I decide on chicken briyani instead of western stall. It's fated that po suggested trying something new and sat at the other side of the canteen for the first time in my nj life. It's fated that I happened to glance over at the hockey pitch and saw you walking to the mimosa place. I wouldn't have seen anything if we had bought food from western stall and sat at the usual side of the canteen. It's also fated that at that moment I can't help but feel a familiar ache. & For the first time after so long, I wished that dream would come true. Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok But that’s not what gets me What hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was tryin’ to do. |